rgraham666
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back in my life.
I realised today how much I miss it.
When I was a computer programmer, I was passionate about that.
I loved looking at a problem, deciding how to write the code, design the files, test my creations and install it. I was good at it and I enjoyed it a lot.
But computer programming became a 'normal' thing to do, so there was less and less space for me in that field. 'Normal' people don't get passionate about their work.
And I've always been passionate about women, as long as I can remember.
But since I wasn't 'normal' I had no opportunity to express that during high school. Which is when we first learn all about that sort of thing. No girl in my neighbourhood would have anything to do with me. And were less than kind rejecting me when I tried.
So I learned to keep a distance from something I felt passionate about, afraid of being hurt again. And those times I tried later in life didn't work as I was a clumsy as a high school kid.
Until I met my ex. For a few years, I could express my passion. I liked it, a lot.
Both my passions collapsed at pretty much the same time. The damage that did nearly destroyed me. It took me years to recover.
And today I'm finding I miss having passion. I can sometimes, for moments, find that passion again when I write.
But I'm afraid of passion now. I'm not sure I would survive if I lost it again. So I find myself pushing it away.
I still miss it though.
I want passion back in my life, damn it!
OK, rant over. Threadjack away.
I realised today how much I miss it.
When I was a computer programmer, I was passionate about that.
I loved looking at a problem, deciding how to write the code, design the files, test my creations and install it. I was good at it and I enjoyed it a lot.
But computer programming became a 'normal' thing to do, so there was less and less space for me in that field. 'Normal' people don't get passionate about their work.
And I've always been passionate about women, as long as I can remember.
But since I wasn't 'normal' I had no opportunity to express that during high school. Which is when we first learn all about that sort of thing. No girl in my neighbourhood would have anything to do with me. And were less than kind rejecting me when I tried.
So I learned to keep a distance from something I felt passionate about, afraid of being hurt again. And those times I tried later in life didn't work as I was a clumsy as a high school kid.
Until I met my ex. For a few years, I could express my passion. I liked it, a lot.
Both my passions collapsed at pretty much the same time. The damage that did nearly destroyed me. It took me years to recover.
And today I'm finding I miss having passion. I can sometimes, for moments, find that passion again when I write.
But I'm afraid of passion now. I'm not sure I would survive if I lost it again. So I find myself pushing it away.
I still miss it though.
I want passion back in my life, damn it!
OK, rant over. Threadjack away.